Mon, 09 Feb 2004

Life on my Bicycle // at 12:00

I think my bicycle has ears — or something. Half way to work this
morning I met a girl walking along, pushing her bike. It was a
scruffy old town bike, one of the pedals had sheered off at the crank,
so she was walking home. I mentioned that there was an old-style bike
shop in Oakleigh, the kind of place where the owner was likely to have
a box of old pedals and could make a cheap repair. I also mentioned
that I only knew of it because after breaking a seat-post bolt, I'd
had to ride there standing up to get a replacement... Five minutes
later as I was riding along, there was an almighty CRACK and my seat
fell off — you guessed it, one of the seat bolts had snapped!

Yet again I find myself having to ride along standing up, seat stuffed
in my bag, convinced that every passerby is wondering why I'm riding a
bicycle with no bicycle seat. A quick detour into a very large
Bunnings hardware store, a lengthy rummage amongst the shelves, a
small pack of high-tensile bolts later and I'm back on the bike, off
to work to start the day!